Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1887-07-06

cit isn't g. long story, and it's not
q very romantic one. He was drawn
into the thing when college youth,
He married his landlady's daug liter
privately, and six months after she
ran away with his most intimate
friend. All this before his college
course was ended. He took no steps
to trace his wife, and there the matter
rested"
81 am glad you told me this, papa"
Nora said simply. "One ought to be
posted on these matters.
Her manner then and after was SO
calm that her father congratulated
himself on his timely revelation.
81 might have been too late" he
said to himself.
Days passed. Philip did not APP
pear. Tfen one day package came
TOR Nora containing very small copy
OF 'Doux Souvenir exqulsitely
bound in violet. From the pages
dropped note:
moral have seen your father,
WHO tells me you know ali; this has
brought me to q sense Of my own
peril, and | feel dare not meet you
again. PHILIP.
Nora told herself she should not,
would not care, and she forced herself
to be brave; but she did care for all
that, and she laid away "Doux Sou
venir" 'Triste Souvenir" and
never played it now. Still her life
went on the same, and one evening
she found herself in the artist S
reception in company with some
friends. Exduisitely dressed groups
passed up and down before the beau
tiful pictures, the air was filled with
sweet sounds and the scent OF rare
flowers, and Nora was almost forget
ting to feel sad. There was 8 pause
in the music, and her friends were
chatting gayly around her, when,
softly, sweetly from an adjoining
room came the sounds Of ''Doux Sou
venir." Turning quickly, Nora met
Philips eyes.
He stepped forward.
81 must speak to you this once" he
said.
With word of excuse to her
friends, she took his proffered arm,
and walked with him up and down;
always within sound of the song.
"Nora," he whispered, paesionately'
81 can not keep away from you'll
can not live without you. Speak one
word to strengthen me, to comfort
me-"
But the same set look look was on
her face, and she stopped suddenly.
Her eyes were fastened on picture
hanging near. Two shadowy forms
driven by terrible, cruel wind, and
the low, sad moaning of the song
might have been the sound Of its
passing.
His sad eyes followed hers, his face,
too, grew deadly white.
Il accept the portent," he sighed;
81 take the warning. Come away,
Nora, come away. Oh, GOMEZ"
'No," she answered dreamily, 81
would rather stay"
"Nora," he pleaded, won't you lis
ten 20 me | implore you, for my
sake, if you will not for your own"
'I can not move" she whispered;
something holds me to the spot"
A look OF torture passed over his
face, followed by one of sudden relief,
as q young artist passed close to him.
"Ernest!" he said, addressing him,
plain later-only be ouick!'
An exclamation or surprise and
pain escaped the artists lips; but the
next moment he dashed forward, say
ing:
"The lady has tainted Here, this
way will show you"
He threw wide a small door beside
them, which had been concealed by a
heavy curtain, and opened into
quiet room.
Philip carried in Nora and laid her
on g lounge, while the other FASTENED
to admit the air. Then while she
lay restored, but white and still, too
weak to open her eyes, she heard the
stranger say:
"Philip, old friend, forgive me if you
can. loved her; you did not"
Philip only answered quietly:
"Where is she now?"
"Dead," groaned the artist; "dead
two months since. You never cared
for her, and I would have given my
life to save her. Do not excuse my
sin. I only ask your pardon"
Nora opened her eyes to see Philip
lay his hand in that Of the man who
Ac1O 81 ACc1L u1CSSiy OCU1 c'y Su Hill.
81 forgive you now," she heard him
say. II once thought I never should.
You painted the Francesca di Rimi-
nj ?"
eyes. You noticed the likeness?
And did you read the repentance and
misery that could only paint such an
guish 2"
Il think did," he answered.
Nora rose.
"Did you paint that lovely, beauti-
full picture?" she added, turning to
the artist.
He bowed.
ST can not think" she sighed, pass
ing her hand over her brow, chow it
is possible; but that is what has
haunted me for years when I played
'Doux Souvenir until the notes have
come to sound like storm winds, and
[ could see SO plainly those weary
forms drifting hither and thither-
one, all one was like you, only q
shadow, and the other"
"She is dead now" he said, hoarse-
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